
My Country ’Tis of Thee By W. E. B. Du Bois - Giggle Poems
They’ll hardly note the little changes and their feelings and your conscience will thus be saved: My country tis of thee, Late land of slavery, Of the ...
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They’ll hardly note the little changes and their feelings and your conscience will thus be saved: My country tis of thee, Late land of slavery, Of the ...
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Half steel wire, half metal wing, nothing and anything might make this noise of saws and rasps, a creaking and groaning of bone-growth, or body-death, ...
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When I opened the cantina At noon A triangle of sunlight Was stretched out On the floor Like a rug Like a tired cat. I poured a beer, At a table Shuff ...
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Ghostly and vaporous her gown sweeps by The twilight dusking wall, I hear her feet Delaying on the gravel, and a sigh, Briefly permitted, touches the ...
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1 Some say that Chattanooga is the Old name for Lookout Mountain To others it is an uncouth name Used only by the uncivilised Our a-historical period ...
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He frightens all the witches and the dragons in their lair He cues the clear blue daylight and He gives the night its dare He flaps His wings for warn ...
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Radiant child of Leto, farworking Lord Apollo, with lyre in hand and golden plectrum, you sang to the gods on Mount Olympus almost as soon as you were ...
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The best game the fairies play, ??? The best game of all, Is sliding down steeples— ??? (You know they’re very tall). You fly to the weathercock, ??? ...
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’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. And, as in uffish thou ...
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When John Henry was a little tiny baby Sitting on his mama's knee, He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel Saying, "Hammer's going to be the ...
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Because we rage inside the old boundaries, like a young girl leaving the Church, scared of her parents. Because we all dream of saving the shaggy, du ...
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We saw no action, eleven months twenty-two days in our old tank burning sixty feet away: I watch them burn inside out: hoisting through heavy crossfir ...
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Trees in the old days used to stand And shape a shady lane Where lovers wandered hand in hand Who came from Carentan. This was the shining green canal ...
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Diamonds and hearts are red but spades are black, And spades are spades and clubs are clovers—black. Trains lead to ships and ships to death or trains ...
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I have earned my wine in another's misery, when rum bathed a sealed throat and cast its seal on the ground. Yet life is the invocation sealed in the c ...
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One gas lamp burning near her shoulder Shone also from her other side Where hung the long inaccurate glass Whose pictures were as troubled water.
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Scaling ladders with buckets of white enamel, I painted the stars and the moon on my windowpanes to hold back days and nights.
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And if I saw fog the shade of pearls it doesn’t mean my heart in its own corrosive and healing fog can’t tug on thin leather gloves and stand in front ...
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Jeremiah Dickson was a true-blue American, For he was a little boy who understood America, for he felt that he must Think about everything ; because t ...
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THE MIND IS AN ANCIENT AND FAMOUS CAPITAL The mind is a city like London, Smoky and populous: it is a capital Like Rome, ruined and eternal, Marked by ...
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Wherein are words sublime or noble? What Invests one speech with haloed eminence, Makes it the sesame for all doors shut, Yet in its like sees but imp ...
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I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light ...
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marches in uniform down the traffic stripe at the center of the street, counts time to the unseen web that has rearranged the air around him, his left ...
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